Oh the Glory of it All by Sean Wilsey, son of a San Francisco bsinessman and a socialite/peace activist, and stepson of another socialite. He had a wildly extravagant but in many ways very sad childhood. "A much talked about memoir...some of us know the players...I found it sad, funny, insightful, and a little self-serving." It has a great first line: "In the beginning we were happy. And we were always excessive. So in the beginning we were happy to excess."
